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"il tempo è morto fintanto che è scandito da piccoli ingranaggi. Solo quando l’orologio si ferma il tempo prende vita" - William Faulkner
Model: Mario
Sheet music of the title song developed from Dimitri Tiomkin's main theme.
"Let's recapture
All the rapture
That the ancients
Have known......"
William Faulkner co-wrote the screenplay. (Happily, NOT the song lyrics).
450 North Rossmore Avenue, Los Angeles
Designed by William Douglas Lee and opened in 1929, El Royale is still one of Hollywood's more atmospheric addresses. William Faulkner and Clark Gable were once residents, though it is said that Mae West's application was turned down.
Part of a photo expedition with Maureen Bond. Thanks again Maureen!
1944 1st Print; The Story Book Anthology with stories by Erskine Caldwell, Lord Dunsany, Jesse Stuart, William Faulkner, William Saroyan, Manuel Komroff, Eric Knight, Luigi Pirandello, Ludwig Bemelmans en Kay Boyle.
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My Papa gave me a map before he went out West.It had a line showin me how he was gettin out there. He told me that one day he was gonna send me a train ticket and I would join him on a beach in California. I take that map everywhere, but the furthest place I ever went was the woods of Oxford.
sarah's concept, title, and description. :)
title is a quote from william faulkner.
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It's called the Kennedy-Price-Shaw House: Jackson Ave. E. at 17th St. A longtime resident told me that it reminds her of Faulkner's short story "A Rose for Emily"
Here's the article I wrote that the other Oxford photos (see below) were supposed to accompany:
From BOOK magazine, January 2001
Yoknapatourism
by GARY BRIDGMAN
Faulkner may have put Oxford, Mississippi on the literary map, but he's not the only reason it stayed there.
MOST OF THE entry points into beautiful and bookish Oxford, Mississippi, are disguised--guarded even--by the landmarks common to the sub-rural South: strip malls in varying degrees of decay; doublewide mobile homes for sale, still in their clear wrappers; food-mart filling stations selling more heat-lamped grease than motor oil.
Closer to the center of this town of 10,000 people, the Lafayette County Courthouse and its grounds, along with the shops and businesses surrounding it, comprise one of the most enjoyable--even hip--public spaces in the Deep South. William Faulkner described the setting famously in Requiem for a Nun:
Above all, the courthouse, the center, the focus, the hub sitting looming in the center of the county's circumference, like a single cloud in the ring of the horizon.
Infused with the youthful vigor and economy of a university town, while enjoying a reputation as a writers community, Oxford actually lives up to its predictable chamber-of-commerce hype about "small-town charm with big-city amenities." The body-pierced kids behind the coffee counters on the square know how to look cool and bored, just like everywhere else, but their soft drawls on "yes, sir" and "no, ma'am" tend to betray their Southern manners.
So is Oxford where Mayberry collides with Greenwich Village? Hardly. Bantam-weight millionaires who keep vacation homes just for Ole Miss (University of Mississippi) football weekends have recast it as more of a moonlight-and-magnolia Aspen. And some parts of it are more Mayberry than Mayberry ever was. There is still a barber shop, a shoe-shine place and Gathright-Reed Drug Company, which was one of the first places in Oxford to sell Faulkner's books.
And every once in a while, you may still see a couple of old men sitting on a bench in the shadow of the courthouse.
"Fortunately, life in Oxford changes just a little bit, and the old, funky stuff isn't disappearing too fast," says Richard Howorth, owner of the town's well-known and well-regarded Square Books. [author's note: He's now Mayor Richard Howorth.]
The literary feel is impressive and pervasive. A few years back, author Rick Bass stopped by Square Books to read and sign Where the Sea Used to Be. In the middle of answering a question, he spotted local novelist Barry Hannah near the back of the audience. "Shit! There's Barry Hannah!" he said, looking almost embarrassed to be standing behind a podium in his presence. "You all don't know what you've got here."
The vibrant literary life of Oxford began within the feverish imagination of William Cuthbert Faulkner, who arrived there as a boy with his family when his father took a job at the University of Mississippi in 1902. From 1924 to 1962, he produced experimental prose, written mainly in Oxford and about Oxford, although he dubbed his backyard universe "Yoknapatawpha County."
His home was Rowan Oak, which has become something of a thinking person's Graceland. One of the oldest structures in Oxford, this Greek Revival fixer-upper on Old Taylor Road was built in the 1840s by a Colonel Shegog. Faulkner bought the crumbling house, then known as the Bailey Place in 1930 and slowly refurbished it. (Faulkner promptly renamed the house after the Rowan tree, a small tree found in Scotland, England and Ireland that he had read was a Celtic symbol for good luck. There has never been a Rowan tree on the property.)
Faulkner's daughter sold Rowan Oak to the university in 1972 so it could become a place for people from all over the world to learn about her father's work. The best room to see is Faulkner's study, where his Underwood typewriter sits and where his handwritten outline of the plot of A Fable is still legible on the walls.
"Younger people are more interested in Faulkner's writing while the older people are more into the history, architecture and the grounds," said Bill Griffith, Rowan Oak's curator. "I know I'm doing my tour right when the old guys start asking me what they should read."
A former Rowan Oak docent, Jim Higgins, tells a funny story about one busload of senior citizens who arrived on a tour from a casino in nearby Tunica County, Mississippi. A woman walked up to Higgins and demanded to see the swimming pool "where his wife drowned last year." Knowing that Estelle Faulkner had died of natural causes decades earlier and that there had never been a pool at Rowan Oak, Higgins was mystified by the request until he realized that the woman thought this was the home of William Shatner.
Faulkner's grave, usually festooned with coins, flowers and whiskey bottles, is the other popular Faulkner pilgrimage site (in St. Peter's Cemetery--look for the historical marker on Avent Street off Jefferson Avenue).
Mr. Bill, as locals knew him, was widely praised and often misunderstood. He died in 1962 and was quickly replaced as the town's most famous living resident by James Meredith, the first black student at Ole Miss.
The deadly riots that followed Meredith's enrollment in the fall of 1962 branded the community as a bastion of racial hatred, which didn't seem to bother most white Mississippians. The only writers hanging around the town were journalists who slept with their shoes on. Today, that image has faded just enough to make it more interesting than dangerous. Bob Dylan described the 1962 violence in his song "Oxford Town;" today Oxford Town is the name of the local newspaper's weekly entertainment supplement.
The town was transformed from one writer's town to a Writers' Town around 1980, when native Mississippian Willie Morris ( North Toward Home, My Dog Skip) became the writer in residence at the university. He knew many renowned authors from his youthful tenure as editor of Harper's during the 1960s and cajoled a few of them to come and read at Square Books, which Richard Howorth had opened a year earlier.
After Barry Hannah ( Airships, High Lonesome) joined Morris as a writer in residence in 1982, the two went on to instruct or encourage many nascent writers, including Donna Tartt ( The Secret History), John Grisham ( A Time to ... well, you know) and Larry Brown (Dirty Work, Fay). Brown went on to teach fiction workshops himself at Ole Miss and later the University of Montana; Hannah went on to serve as interim director of the Iowa Writers Workshop on the heels of a Pulitzer Prize nomination; Grisham personally endowed the visiting Southern writer-in-residence program at Ole Miss.
Hannah, whose latest novel, Yonder Stands Your Orphan is due out in May, likes to ride around Oxford on his motorcycle when he's not writing, teaching or tending to his six dogs. "For my friends who come here to visit, I recommend a very leisurely tour of Rowan Oak and Faulkner's grave," Hannah says. "People get a lot of strength from those places. I always take friends down to Taylor for catfish. That's a lovely trip and the food is excellent. Hell, you can know this town in forty-five minutes."
Perhaps a bit longer than 45 minutes, if you want to experience the University's more significant cultural offerings for the literate traveler. The Center for the Study of Southern Culture, housed in the antebellum Barnard Observatory (whose telescope was intercepted in shipment by Union troops and now resides at Northwestern University) on Grove Loop, hosts special events that exhaustively explore all things Southern. The center co-sponsors the outstanding Oxford Conference for the Book with Square Books each April; the annual Faulkner and Yoknapatawpha Conference with the Ole Miss English department each August; and the Southern Foodways Symposium in October.
While you're there, pop next door to Farley Hall and visit the Blues Archive. A few old brick buildings west of there, the J.D. Williams Library's Archives and Special Collections Department displays the papers and mementos of William Faulkner and James Meredith, including Mr. Bill's Nobel citation from 1950 (Faulkner's 1949 Nobel Prize for Literature was awarded the following year).
Meanwhile, back at the square, visit Southside Gallery to see the excellent photographs Martin Dain took of Faulkner and Oxford in 1961 and 1962. There is a good selection of Southern and Cuban folk art as well.
Even aside from its central role in the development of Oxford as a literary hub and owner Richard Howorth's prominence as past president of the American Booksellers Association, Square Books is simply a remarkable place to visit. If the courthouse is the heart of the square (and the bars at City Grocery and Ajax Diner are its liver), then its brain is Square Books. Potential employees must pass a literary awareness test, and once employed they are required to read and review new books. The ninety-foot-long balcony along the upstairs side of the store is the second-best people-watching spot on the square, after the balcony at the City Grocery restaurant.
Howorth's quick advice for visitors is to tour the obvious places, then get out on your feet and ask some questions. "Before there was a tourism industry in Oxford, there was still tourism," Howorth says. "These people who came here knew how to see all this without being too obvious. They are the kind of people who will be able to encounter strangers and find out what's going on."
On December 12th, 1914, the Viking Cruising Company’s steamer Viking, 5386 gross tons was renamed Viknor and commissioned into the Squadron (10th Cruiser Squadron). She had been built back in 1888 as the Atrato for Royal Mail Lines. Just a month later she left Derry for a patrol and was not heard of again. There were 294 lives lost, including two Donegal Seamen, Begley and Farren from Greencastle, who had just joined. The consensus of opinion was that Viknor had struck a mine “somewhere off Tory Island” on 13th January, 1915. It would seem that this must have been one of the Berlin mines, for mine-laying by submarines, which later in the war accounted for the Laurentic and the two ships off Rathin Island H.M.S. Brisk and the Lugano, had not yet been introduced. The first U-boat appeared in the Irish sea on 30th January, 1915 and there is no evidence of activity north-west of Ireland before that.
A war grave of one of the crew of the Viknor can be seen on Rathlin Island while at Bonamargy Friary near Ballycastle stands a monument to war graves marking six graves of her men. Local knowledge puts the wreck 11 miles west of Tory.
Extract from Ian Wilson’s excellent book “Donegal Shipwrecks” published 1998
(ISBN No. 0 948154 56X
The inscription on the Celtic Cross reads;
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"Presented by the people of Ballycastle
To the memory of
William Faulkner -stoker
William McKay.
F. Walter Mechanician
J Harvey A.B.
HMS RACOON
James Griffin Private R.M.
4 Seamen and 1 Stoker Unidentified
HMS VICKNOR
Who gave their lives in defence of the Empire in the Great War 1914 -1918
Whose bodies were cast ashore on this coast and interred here"
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HMS Racoon
Three funnelled destroyer HMS Racoon sank on 9 th January 1918.
“It was calculated by the set of the tide and the position of the bodies that the Racoon had struck the Garrive or Grvan Isles, a little over a mile off Malin Head pier. Nothing was found of her. It was only recently that the wreck has been located, debris lying at 20 metres. Items have been recovered (though it is a war grave) most notably the engine room telegraph, which appears to have been set at half revolutions. A more alarming discovery in 1996 was live ammunition among the lobster pots hauled up by the Malin men, which brought an Irish Army team, and the press, to the scene, the first attention the Racoon had received since brief reports appeared among the war headlines in 1918. At Bonamargy Friary, near Ballycastle, is a marble monument erected to men of Racoon and Viknor. As the fast Racoon was a coal burner more than half her crew were stokers. Nine lucky men (eight stokers and a seaman) had been left behind when she sailed. She had distinguished herself in the Dardanelles campaign and in Mediterranean convoy escort”
Extract from Ian Wilson’s excellent book “Donegal Shipwrecks” published 1998
(ISBN No. 0 948154 56X)
"So many days and nights of my life escape. It always fades away. It always fades away with time."
My lovely book collection.
Stay Home - Transit
The view down Royal Street and the Hotel Monteleone. The Monteleone was first opened in 1886 by Antonio Monteleone with later expansions in 1908. 1928 and 1954. The hotel is still owned by the family. It has been a favorite haunt of writers from Hemingway to Faulkner and Eudora Welty, Tennessee Williams and Truman Capote. Suites in the hotel are named after them and the Carousel Bar is still going after all these years.
Writers at Work - The Paris Review
edited by Malcolm Cowley
cover design by Robert Hallock
Contents
Introduction: How Writers Write (by Malcolm Cowley)
1. E.M. Forster (Interview by P.N. Furbank and F.J.H. Haskell)
2. François Mauriac (Interview translated by John Train and Lydia Moffat)
3. Joyce Cary (Interview by John Burrows and Alex Hamilton)
4. Dorothy Parker (Interview by Marion Capron)
5. James Thurber (Interview by George Plimpton and Max Steele)
6. Thornton Wilder (Interview by Richard H. Goldstone)
7. William Faulkner (Interview by Jean Stein vanden Heuvel)
8. Georges Simenon (Interview by Carvel Collins)
9. Frank O'Connor (Interview by Anthony Whittier)
10. Robert Penn Warren (Interview by Ralph Ellison and Eugene Walter)
11. Alberto Moravia (Interview by Anna Maria De Dominicis and Ben Johnson)
12. Nelson Algren (Interview by Alston Anderson and Terry Southern)
13. Angus Wilson (Interview by Michael Millgate)
14. William Styron (Interview by Peter Matthiessen and George Plimpton)
15. Truman Capote (Interview by Pati Hill)
16. Françoise Sagan (Interview by Blair Fuller and Robert B. Silvers)
Copyright 1957, 1958 by the Paris Review, Inc.
This copy is a sixth printing, November 1965, from the COMPASS BOOKS EDITION issued in 1959 by the Viking Press, Inc.
Printed in the USA by the Colonial Press, Inc.
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